so then we played at
a delicious pursuit
churning the hormones
where noone could see
the palm of your hand warm
along my back your laugh
engaged in conversation
further down the table
cool night air
and the hum of alchohol
only made the walk home
longer, the parting
more tinged with promise
unfelt by the smiling crowd
then today the shock
of meeting your gaze as
you sit entwined with another
eyes held too long
for simple greeting but
yielding no answers
here the game takes
a dangerous turn
the opening moves
demand development
and many of the endings
involve a cutting edge
what mocking power
lurks there in your eyes?
which game is real
and which the facade?
at whose expense are you
having your late night laugh?
-acm (3/98)